windthread

i finger this.  From before first light and on.   Fingering,  holding,  looking.   The frog.

later…i am sitting on the toilet to pee.  my glance moves up from the floor and there…on the edge of the bathtub a thing…

 ?  maybe a leaf,  or,  who knows,  but i  focus vision and   Lo and Behold.   a tree frog.  One of the ones who are SINGING down at the Wall Garden,  the Canal Creek,  one of the vast chorus  that sings  SINGS.    SINGS.

and this evening,  Alyssia comes with the groceries and ice and pics on her phone of all the possible possibilities for minivan things,  for EVACUATION 

for the MAYBE

and then….she changes EVERYTHING.    EVERYTHING by quietly pointing out that 

THIS is a travel trailer. 

   TRAVEL trailer.   This thing i am living in.  Travel.

that it is made to      MOVE.  it can

go

Blue.  Listen  Speak  Hear

and i look more at the pic at the top,  the finding of the earring…like an uroboros,  a dragon, snake,    an emblem of wholeness,  infinity

there is too much.   i need to dream.  But frogs.   They have sung.   I listened.  One came IN.